[The implication takes a moment to parse. He can watch her puzzle it out in the ticking seconds after he says it. Her head's a little fuzzy, forgive her.]
Well. I just think that there...honestly, I don't know what else could have been done. Not without magic. Or a cure. Or...without Viktor...
[She shifts in her seat. Folds her hands in front of her mouth, staring at the window with a furrowed brow.]
It's not like I haven't killed before. Even friends — people I thought could have been friends. But that was all battles I was expecting. And the playing field was even. And we weren't locked in, and there hadn't been a very public...very trying trial.
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[means that she's still got a heart in her that can hurt at losing people, at having to drive the knife in herself.
gregor takes a seat, settling in.]
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Well. I just think that there...honestly, I don't know what else could have been done. Not without magic. Or a cure. Or...without Viktor...
[Rosamund winces and rubs a hand down her face.]
I'm barely making sense.
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[mostly. magic, he doesn't really know.]
...there wasn't anything else to do. It was the only option there was.
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[She shifts in her seat. Folds her hands in front of her mouth, staring at the window with a furrowed brow.]
It's not like I haven't killed before. Even friends — people I thought could have been friends. But that was all battles I was expecting. And the playing field was even. And we weren't locked in, and there hadn't been a very public...very trying trial.
And it was never for...for mercy.